A Dream of 



Realms ^yond Us 



A book that in all parts of the world is giving to each man more courage to 
become his brother's helper than have any or all books of the past time. 



BY 



ADAIR WELCKER 



A Dream of Realms Beyond Us 



BY 



ADAIR WELCKER 

331 Pine Street, San Francisco, Cal. 



Third Separate American Edition 

Matter not in previous Editions is contained in this. In a later edition there 

may be an undertaking made to make clear some of the 

meanings of acts of Nature not herein set forth 



Copyright 1885 by Adair Welcker. 
Copyright 1900 by Adair Welcker. 



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PREFATORY NOTE: 

The undertaking in this work has been to follow a 
method which has not before been followed; to take a step which 
comes after thope which in religion and philosophy have already 
been taken; to put into the work that which no method of philos- 
ophy has yet had in it; that which alone, after the work done in 
the past, can, with it, because of the manner in which it will create 
a new vision within earth, cause peace upon earth to come. It 
has been intended to put into it and, through it, into earth, that 
act of the endless-world art that will so touch the souls of men 
that into them will be caused gradually to come, from this time 
on, perception and a knowledge of the meaning and purpose of 
things. For, over those matters out of which do not come to the 
souls of men a spirit, and an understanding of them, men must 
perforce still war; but out of undeistardiiig, end from under- 
standing, will alone come that which will turn their battleships 
into rust and their armies into a nightmare no longer to be 
dreamed by earth. 

Then, in place of these childish follies, will higLest manhood, 
in the form of conscience, be caused to ccme down, end be, and 
dwell upon earth. Then will there not be done by armies of peo- 
ples that thieve and partition, or be done to wcmen and babes in 
camps of concentration, work for which a Herod of old, of Judea, 
Of a Jack the Eipper should blush. Then will there be done 
those high and serious things that will be worthy of men grown 
up, when, through the discovery— which sense and ability will 
make for them— that peace is bett, theie wiil at last ccme and be 
between and among men goodwill. 



SECOND PREFATORY NOTE: 

This work— a dream and more than a dream— dealing 
with matters upon which the minds of men throughout the world 
are, at the present time, profoundly fixed, is here presented to the 
reader in an incomplete form. At some future date, should the 
governors and rulers of institutions of learning who have, in all 
lands, been made trustees by their people, and given large endow- 
ments for their institutions, with the belief that, with them, they 
could be aided to be watchmen, upon their behalf, in her night- 
time of art — thought, by such methods, to be by them, furnished 
with all manner of means to keep an outlook for the emergence 
into the world, not only of art, but of each letter of the law which 
will otherwise be found, and found there only, where things 
change not — in its unseen place — see here, in behalf of the people 
who have intrusted them to be for them their watchmen, signs of 
something that might be added to what is here, which would be 
of the law a part, and of art that part that is art transcendent, 
then will that which is not now here be added. 

On the other hand, if they shall not so see, they will have had 
an opportunity to do — for those for whom they hold a trust than 
which none higher is ever placed in the hands of men — that 
which, in connection with it, they shall have deemed to have 
been their duty for those who have trusted them, both as their 
agents and regents. 

Let it not be supposed, however, that there could be here 
expressed towards any a thought or word of coercion; for into 
the last and highest region of art, which is the place where all 
action is in perfect freedom, coercion and oppression cannot come : 
in that kingdom of art not an act, and not even an imperialistic 
or despotic thought can be: for with its kingdom they have no 
proportion, and into it cannot enter. 



A DREAM OF REALMS BEYOND US 



By ADAIR WELCKER. 

ACT I. 

[Sceiie. — A level space in the evening clouds of heaven, above the 
Golden Gate, surrounded by, and having above them — mass 
back of mass — the purple and gold clouds of heaven; and 
within them, on the cloud-plain, and composed of their sub- 
stances, tents. A throne, wrought of the hues of the rainbow, 
upon which rests a spirit, named Elmo. Below, the uplifted 
heads of the Gate that opens upon the ocean Pacific] 

Etheria — Beloved commanding spirit, I have obeyed. 
In all respects, yonr dear commands. 
Seizing my silvery staff, and placing therein 
Sweet thoughts, to be attracted westward 
Around the world, back to those other thoughts 
Held by you here, I sped upon my mission. 
The day I left behind: outran the sun; 
Entered the towering palace of the dark 
That, through all time, stands opposite the sun. 
I then swept through its curious moonlit halls. 
And there I met those hideous impish sprites 
That dwell within the pointed tower of night 
That circles earth as shadow of the sun. 
I found them mingling, ever, elements — 
Making compounds to thwart the course of nature. 
From them I learned but little of these beings 



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That dwell in contact with the earth below us. 

But, when I overtook the blue of morning, 

Found I som-^ beings from a distant sphere, 

Larger than mountains, resting in their ships 

That ride the seas of space. 

Through mixing good and evil, in certain proportions — 

Learned I from them — these beings crawling earth 

Did seem to have a vague intelligence. 

Yet, knowing not that low intelligence 

And strife must co-exist; that vision vast 

Moves only out from rest; make they their choice: 

So, through the centuries lon^, dwell they in doubt; 

And, through the centuries long, swells up their outcry — 

Up, through the dark their violence does make — 

For light; whose narrow outlet can be but through peace. 

They said they'd noted, oft they moved in masses — 

(At times in order, and at times without it). 

At times they'd seen two masses move toward each, 

Slowly, and as determinedly as insects. 

But, as the blue of dawn changed to that hue 

In which the later day does dress herself. 

The prospect blurred; the pressure changed; until 

These beings could no longer stop near earth; 

Therefore, unmoored their ships; and on an ohm 

Were swept through space, back to their home again. 

Elmo — Learned you no more? 

Etheria — I noted this : they did not 
See that themselves are makers of themselves; 
Makers of flowers and fruits, of dearths and famines: 
And that the years in which would famines come 



Were in themselves inscribed, and years of plenty. 

That when they grasping grew and sought without, 

Where is the place of sand, flow and effects, 

Prosperity, came after dearth of growths; 

But honest deeds of nations would make birds 

Carol and their earth blossom. That they knew not 

They should be glad for hardships placed upon them, 

And know them wealth for their soul's treasure-house — 

Seeing, who has the heaviest put upon him 

Is one, for strength selected, to make richest 

If that same strength can hold him, when wronged, 

silent; 
Wondering, perhaps (for not yet knowing the cause); 
Puzzled that those, by him best loved, are those who — 
Dazed and amazed at their own acts, it may be — 
Have wronged him most: 

That silent should each bear what, else, another must; 
One, may-be, nearest; moved, not knowing that 
They act not of themselves, to cause their wounds — 
'Twas all I learned. 

AiDAEL — Bear they the drawing of the Southern Cross ? 
Note they influences of the Pleiades? 
Sees each his likeness, blow by blow, from star dust. 
Through all his days, from model changeless wrought out 
That, time beneath it, stands here with us, deathless? 
Knowing what poets have been moved to write 
Must, in a measured time, appear in heaven. 
Have they interpreters, when stars out write it. 
Beyond their sunset — sapients, who may read 
What these star pathways show, and shown, leave trace- 
less? 



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Have they yet learned to speak out that star language, 

which 
Spoken to stars dark, each one after another 
Succeeding, touched, becomes a glowing light, 
A beacon burning out upon the night? 
Know they the way 

Men may awaken stars that are asleep? 
Here comes a gentle spirit, whose bright face 
Bespeaks more knowledge. 

Ethron — To learn if these odd beings of the earth 
Were real beings, and intelligent. 
Called I a mighty host of brighter spirits 
From all the corners of the universe 
And found, among them, some that saw this earth. 
They told me that these beings ne'er rose from it, 
But moved through shade and light upon its face. 
That all their actions showed fantastic thoughts, 
Showing these beings 
As very infants in the grades of life. 
With zephyr thoughts but granite prejudices. 
That they were blind and dumb to other worlds. 
And knew not even that they were themselves. 
Their eyes are flesh, and through that flesh they look. 
Yet know they not themselves that have looked through it. 
They'd seen small rythmic spirits of the light 
Dancing about them to the throbbing motion 
Of undulating heat on summer days. 
Yet men were blind and could not think to them. 
And then they told me that the genii of caverns 
Would light odd lights whose flickering flames 



Were caused, by trembling, to play melodies 
Beyond their reach of sound. 
So seemed they deaf and unaware of them. 
They said that those who sailed across the deep 
Seemed not to see those ocean inhabitants 
Who, rushing through the air, created storms 
And leave their white tracks seething on the deep. 
Men seem as fishes dwelling in the ocean 
Oblivious of those beings up above them; 
That, by the deeper concentration on 
Faces of some, they thought that all were deaf. 
Thus much I learned; no more. 

Elmo — Is there no other that has studied them '? 

Blanta — This day I seized upon th'returning ray 
Of the revolving light from sun to earth. 
I passed the point those rays opposed do cross : 
And sitting alone upon 
The foremost promontory of the sun 
Watched I the silver earth as it revolved. 
Yet learned but little. But I learned thus much : 
That earth, whereon they dwell, by their own acts 
Is built. 

Then (as a heart is curved) their acts from it 
Are prompted: That their thoughts descend from them 
Into their earth, to from it crying come — 
Therefrom, new living: The form of it proclaimed — 
Spoken by dazzling voices; glittered; outspoken, 
Down from high heaven, and up. And this I saw: 
The motive power that moves the leaves apart, 
From bud of rose to bloom — 
The meditation in a woman's heart. 



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And looking to see their cause, within tlie forests 

The lotus flowers that bloom, that, unseen, fade, 

Saw I moved from the meditations prime 

Of those saints hearts whereof the world knows not. 

The cobras' life move from a man's heart, long 

On murder bent; the shylock nature feeding 

Into the boa-constrictor's form its force 

That gives it life to crush. The skylark's song 

Is rapture; borne from a new thought, caught 

To period put to search that did seem endless. 

Elmo — Since this is, then, a real race indeed, 
And not — what once we thought — but plants that move, 
'Twere well for us to better their condition. 
Has any other of this company 
Brought knowledge of this odd, discovered race? 
Arno — I have, for fifteen circlings of the sun, 
Dwelt opposite to him in midnight darkness; 
And not being able to go close to earth, 
Have caused life-informed force to obey my orders 
And fetch me information of these creatures. 
And, first and foremost of its news. 
It told me that these beings, through the night, 
Seem in a state of death; but come to light, 
Out- wakened by the wave of harmony 
The sun plays on his rolling lyre of earth. 
I then learned that they're often much tormented 
By growths of contest, whose poor lives are measured^ 
And other devilish sprites 
That, like the skates and mudfish of the ocean, 
Dwell at the bottom of the seas of air. 



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still others too — 

If tliey oppress — can come to have touch with them, 

And tempt them from high cliffs; and often lead them 

To their own ruin; placing in their way 

Most deadly things of hurt. And then, besides, 

Hideous small goblins, dwelling in the moon. 

Distill into her rays things poisonous — 

That reach them, if they're bent on warring deeds, 

And madden them, or give them curious dreams. 

And thus, through their own acts, earth's harassments 

Stamp haggard looks and marks of care upon them. 

Thus there begins a life of groans and sighs 

Wrought by their wracks, their pains and their diseases. 

Although 'twas hard to learn, have I discovered — 

Through pictures shown to me of these same mortals — 

In every one there is the central good; 

Which goodwill, as a rose, burst into bloom 

Beneath the glowing light that looks to find it. 

I saw, with all, that love outlasted death; 

The strength of mother's love, that's not of earth. 

I saw an infant, at its mother's breast, 

Gaze up into her face with laughing eyes. 

Often that they wept more o'er others sorrows 

While their own ills they bore with unknown patience. 

This many knew not: That when, from their bodies 

Themselves would be withdrawn, in death or sleep. 

Their thoughts will (in those states) for them become 

(To all whose lives those same thoughts form) 

One visible and solid habitation; one, though, unseen, 

Invisible to others having thoughts 



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Less rare than are their own. Those having thoughts 

unlike : 
The kind the brutal see; but they, to them, live blind. 
Methinks 'twould be a pleasant thing, indeed, 
To help them lift such clouds as hide their light 
And hold them blind and dead. 

Elmo — It shall be done. Now, for the present time, 
We'll have our workmen, in their shops of air. 
So to combine and forge the elements 
That the bright song of twilight shall be formed 
Ere sinks the sun to his cloud-curtained bed. 
And, to that end. 

Let them combine the light that's shot from Venus; 
The color of the ocean's wave by moonlight, 
Above the violet and below the red; 
The light reflected from the ocean's teeth 
When angrily she gnaws the edge of earth; 
The dancing atmosphere of summer evenings; 
The dizzy-moving borealis light; 
Weird shadows of the ancient gloomy forests; \ 
The lulling sound of dripping, unseen waters — 
Above their treble or below their bass; 
Then touch all with the breath of summer air — 
More delicate than the sense of man can reach — 
When every flower is decked in glittering dew — 
Its gaudy dress worn on that grand occasion 
When's heard the bow of promise, the storm being o'er. 
These sights and sounds our spread, our feast this night. 



ACT II. 

[Scene. — A California forest, high up in the mountains. A SDoall 
stream comes winding through the woods.] 

[De Petzy and Blauvelt enter.] 

Beauvelt — Here let us rest and make tonight our 
camp. 

And let our tired limbs and aching bones 

Be patients, for a time, to such attendants 

As nature sends in shape of cooling winds 

Which, to the patients placed beneath their care, 

Bring balmy odors from the ferns and mosses 

And many an herb, till we are healed again. 

De Petzy — I think we could not better our coudition 
By going further on. Besides, the night — 

Blauvelt — Drop then your gun and rest upon this 
bank. 
How sweet the air, the gurgling of this stream ! 
There's something soothing and refreshing to me 
To find myself afar from human cares; 
Far off, beyond the sounding of an echo 
Of giant mills, and cities soot-begrimmed: 
Our sole companion these dumb trees that stand 
Holding behind their grim and solemn aspects 
The secrets of a thousand passing years 
Known to themselves alone; the antlered deer; 
Owls whose wise looks tell of their secret knowledge; 
And other beasts, spellbound — made dumb by nature 
To hold the wondrous things that they have seen. 
Why, here's a country to be new-discovered; 
One of earth's many realms but brushed by dreams. 



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De Petzy — Of ttimes, my mind being in a curious mood, 
When, knowing I've been never out of it, 
But all I've seen and read within myself. 
Earth seems more like a dream than any — a fancy 
That strides the stage of sleep. Is it not odd 
That we are held here on this piece of earth 
That floats a bubble on the seas of space ? 
Such being our lot seems a disordered dream — 
A state of odd enchantment, that of earth, 
While real things are unknown all to us. 

Blauvelt — I've often thought something more worthy 
men 
Must back this feeble, childish race for wealth — 
As children mud-pies making; 
Their mad, absurd expending of life's moment. 
That, in earth's forest, was something beyond the wolf; 
The lion, whose red jaws have torn the weak; 
The eagle, that highwayman that holds up 
The little osprey, and thieves from him fish; 
The panther, stepping with his cautious tread 
O'er crackling twigs in this grim forest; 
The grizzly, striding with his massive tread — 
Wonders astonishing and unimaginable 
Being yet not known. 

De Petzy — There's surely pleasant contrast in these 
woods, 
For, being alone, we have no enemies; 
Being far away — off from the race of men — 
But having none to hate us, we have not 
A place for gentle thoughts to reach their mark. 
Therefore, a life apart from all mankind 
Is one not natural, one with parts left out. 



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Blauvelt — List to the cooing of the unseen dove! 
I wonder if they, too, have woes of love — 
Heave mighty sighs; then, with disturbed visage, 
And eyes grown mournfully large, gaze they upon 
Those whom they love, with passionate, pleading looks ? 
And, are they jealous, like men? 
And have they friends, or foes, or foolish customs 
To break sweet nature's course, and leave love hopeless? 

De Petzy — Throughout the universe is this — one law : 

Sorrow's the prophet to each stage of life : 

Out-born from pain, its cry proclaims peace added. 

Why, sure it is, they have their share of woes, 

Wrought chiefly by fear : 

Living a life of false alarms wrought out: 

Mourn for their friends, and in their sweetest songs 

Cast out their griefs into the wide world's ear. 

But now I'll leave you to more lonely musings 

And wander off t'explore the woods around us. 

[Exit De Petzy. Blauvelt lies down and goes to 
sleep. Then enter Elidah, Aidael, and Wavea and 
Ellock, two spirits of the woods.] 

Wavka — He lies asleep. Upon his face I'll breathe. 

And, through my breath, infuse my nature in him. 

As lovers do, when breathing each on each, 

Creating such fancies and such odd conclusions — 

Harmless, as in him is there naught of hate — 

As never yet were lodged in mortal mind. 

Then shall he sweep the universe with thought 

And stand amazed indeed to see the things 

Caught in his net of reason. 

Aidael — But, is not this one of earth's bards, 
earth's prophets? 



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One of those rare ones, by us best beloved, 

Who may not lie to hold place or position. 

But, doing those things that place earth beneath them, 

Upon the rungs of such a ladder made, 

Can, to us, mount in vision? 

Elidah — One of the ones who speak in metaphors. 
Which, of men's thought, being nearest to the language 
AVrought by our state, enables us to give back 
To them their wisdom — 

With courage that is not the drum'd-drugged sort, 
These speak the truth, when that, if that they tell, 
Means loss of bread, of place, of benefice. 
Soldiers may take a chance to die, and fear not. 
If clacquers clack, or drums go loud enough. 
What is called death. Here's of another class; 
He's of a band — of those strange sturdy ones 
That fear not 

The poverty before which governors quake; 
At which (while they blanch and their stomachs 

weaken) — 
Orders obeying, rather than the truth — 
Generals and admirals, then denying it, 
Or, in place of it, stating what is not. 
Have hidden over and concealed their guilt. 
While toward such men bend we men's high plaudits. 
Their wealth and honors. 

Against our dear ones have we turned men's jeers. 
And had them buffet them, and haAd them wounds. 
Yet, while at their amazement we have laughed — 
Seeing what rotten fruit the others got. 
While these had life — our laughter was for love's sake. 



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Wavra — May we then plague him ? 

Ellock — Is't not against Etheria's commands, 
AVho, for the part she takes in that great work 
That is now brewing in the higher heavens 
To help the world on — would bring these two together? 

Wavra — Not if such thoughts are placed within his 
brain 
T'attract him out of earth. 
Yet were it pleasaut, if we had our way, 
To make his mind grow drunk with hideous fancies. 
But, as we are commanded otherwise, 
I'll let him, in his dreams, tread upward. 
And, being the hero of his deeds of sleep, 
Go onward; upwards, through those many realms — 
That have high words, of which they are upbuilt. 
That make them to the low invisible — 
Where waking mortals could not be and live. 
I'll show a thousand varied scenes in hell 
Where, there, the laughter of a woman's eyes 
Would end his peace forever. 
I'll show the green and monstrous angular sprites 
That, in the chilly southern seas of ice 
Where shines the southern cross, control the waters 
And make the choppy seas dash icy waves 
Against the mighty domes and towers of ice 
Full many feet in air; 

That drag the howling winds from point to point. 
Shrieking as if in pain; 

That lead the deadly winds against the ships. 
Icing the rigging; freezing the sailor's thumbs; 
And then — white fogs unfold upon the waters. 



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And, all the while, so various are the sounds — 
The loud reports; the rattling of floating ice — 
That hell itself seems there to have an echo. 
I'll show those fourteen stars, west of the cross. 
Where dwell the dreaded mutineers from Venus. 
We'll show where was the pyramid first made. 
We'll show the cloud-bound caves of distant realms 
Where roam forever spirits of wild beasts. 
And then we'll show the wild north-central heaven 
Where come the poisonous winds from every point 
Named on the compass; mingling their poisonous 
breaths 

[Here is left out a portion of the matter referred to in tbe 
Prefatory Note, in order that the institutions of learning of the 
world may determine the question as to whether or not it is prob- 
able, from po much of the work as has been placed before them, 
that the portion not placed before them is of such a character 
that it should be permitted — at the same time that they erect and 
idolize and endow buildings of stone and wood— as they stand and 
look on, to perish; not needed to be put into expression; not 
needed to be taught in their colleges and schools. 

As it is into their hands that the people have placed on trust 
large endowments to be used for the encouragement of, and as a 
means of giving recognition to, the work of those who give their 
own, in order that they may work in the art kingdom; and as 
teachers and rulers over the schools have, many of them, given to 
one another the title of Master in these matters that belong to the 
kingdom of art, it will be for them, sitting in the character of 
Masters in the art kingdom, to determine whether or not it is for 
them to pass upon the question here presented — which is of it. 

Much better would it be if these charity funds, now used to 
aid youth, are not well used, that they should be used to 
improve and add to the comforts of those noble, charitable liomes, 
almshouses, that are established for those less able to help and 
care for themselves than the young; those who have expended 
more of their energies in the work of the world than the young — 
the old.] 



ACT III. 

f. Scene. — Hume uh Hoeiie 1, Aot 1. 1 

Elmo — Since it lian boon roHolvod by uh to oacli 
lldlp on some other being of tJiiH race, 
Lot such as have obHorved th(un give the newH. 
What has been seeny 

Elidaii — Saw I an island in the ocean's water, 
Where sits one crying: " Peace on earth; good-will!" 
Whose garni(»nts' fringe is soldiers, scarhit chid. 
Their State keeps her. She feeds from those they've 
shiin. 

Ethjion 13eloved 8i)irit, it b(ung against our natures 
To come in closer contact with the earth, 
Therefore, I've sougjjt out bcsijigs tiiat have power 
To walk upon the surface of that earth. 
Out of their multitudes, witli various natures, 
Chose I th(i laughing s[)rites called from th(i woods 
To serve my ends. 

Elmo How learned you from tlKimV 

Etiiuon — Tluise things saw J through them: 
That kind thoughts, thoughts of others, shall expand th(im, 
Giving n(iw strength, and power of life* to both. 
Ill thoughts take with them from the soul that throws 

them — 
Or, peoples thinking less of other peoples 
liy that made measure — 
Part of its store of strength : 
That he, as well, who sees another suffer. 
Having stored up what could he his relief. 



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And does not use it, thus deprives himself 

In exact measure by those his possessions 

Tiiat he used not. 

The air below is filled with finest dust — 

From this they modeled forth a beauteous maiden : 

Thereafter, casting sunlight on this form 

Seemed it to live; and, by this form of hers, 

Knew I how outward nature, acting on it, 

Would fill her inward mind; and saw that she 

Was one it would repay us well to serve. 

Elmo — How would you, could you, serve her ? 

Ethron — Why, I have seen one cruel thing on earth: 
That natures that are fitted each to each 
Oft lead a life that's all unsatisfied. 
Because they feel, and yet they do not know, 
The other lives for them; yet die, and never meet. 
Therefore, I've brought the one that's fitted for her 
And they have met, and in a moment felt 
What they have known since Neptune touched, last 

earth. 
To consummate my plans 
I've had her flee her home within the woods; 
And, to prevent her guardian following her, 
Have given to its obedient sprites the power 
To play such tricks as pleased them most upon them. 
They lead them now up steeps; through briars and thorns. 
And by the many mansions of that route: 
O'er angular rocks that mincing feet will wound 
And jar out lies, like toads, from mouths that hold them; 
Through swamps; through wild grapevines; 



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Make each one think the other Sylvia, 

And set each beating each. 

Now will I lead her on through trouble and woe 

To drag her dead world from her. 

Elmo — Hath she no earthly friend to help her? 

Ethron — My ministering spirit showed an aged man 
Thinking the daughter that he one time had 
Was dead in infancy. They told me then, 
That this was Sylvia's father. 
Studied I then his brain, and of the spirits 
( Which men call thoughts ) attracted to his soul 
Saw I, 'mongst others, these his last conclusions, 
Which showed me odd things of this race of men. 
Men knew but little, and seemed not to this : 
That when the sun, new-born, goes on its course, 
Its number altering with each day it makes. 
Meets it and greets it in all germs their number; 
Then leap they at its music, known to life. 
Men, loving earth above all other things. 
To them 'tis clearest made. But when, loved less. 
And other things loved more, they come to life. 
That, to that which things cease to hate 
To strongest love they go. 

That, when man seems held fast, and bound by fate, 
Yet, even then, relief will surely come 
And, by some path that will seem plain enough — 
When has the fullness of his task been worked — 
But which he had completely overlooked 
And lost all memory of. 

Elmo — This is a good commencement, for an end 



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To round out royally. What other spirit 
Will further speak of what has been discovered? 
Here comes one, having bright, mischievous eyes 
That an odd humor might find ev'n in death. 

VoNRA — I've seen their life is just an odd conceit 
Wrought from more odd conceits — 
Seeing the future is but night to them. 
Queer that, worshiping tenderness to all, 
Peace grows their battlecry : Thieving, with some, 
Their spreading; with some, their greed, their god. 
Those that start war and, through war, seek their will, 
Yet talk of heaven to be; 
Not knowing that a mind, to grow to that, 
Must, by desire, fast to no part be drawn; 
Must rise up over all this realm of strife; 
Whose hands must hold no more, nor cling to earth; 
To go in there must leave itself without; 
His mantle of earth released — let go to earth. 

Elidah — Whose eye, that so long doubled was, and 
kept obscured, 
Be merged, be single made, and knowing — and known 

to light. 
Upholding they the things of earth as high. 
Fall they down later with them. Saw I, this: 
Who slowly kills, by words, or cruel looks. 
Or thoughts unfair, or thoughts by hate projected, 
Is as much murderer as is the one 
Who does so with a bludgeon. 

AiDEL — Whose thoughts are drawn — forced down to 
central earth. 



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But there are thoughts, of which are thoughts of art, 
Reversing gravity, and they hold life. 

VoNRA — This, too, saw I of them : 
They're never all good; not one entirely bad. 
The worst of any will, at times, be saints; 
The best, their opposite. 

Elmo — What knowledge have they 
Of all the radiant hosts of worlds about them ? 

VoNRA — They scarce conceive that all the things of 
earth 
Are things in miniature of worlds full-grown. 
That, as their nations think and act like men. 
At times being sane, at times being mad as they. 
So is their race a unit for vast worlds. 
That, as their seas have puny storms upon them, 
So are there other storms that sweep through space, 
Creating vast currents, whirlpools and tides; 
Setting worlds dancing on their rushing billows 
Like corks upon the ocean; 
Or, carrying systems o'er that mighty deep 
By billow^s hurrying, rushing, raging onward. 
That move upon the beacon lights of night 
And surge beyond. They dream not of those fleets 
That, sails all set, move o'er a darker ocean. 
Into those systems where are lights grown dark — 
Not earths; not suns. 

They laugh at forces fast in fading halls — 
The universe fast in the soul of man. 
At beings crouching on the star-storm clouds; 
At cities dead that we see living yet. 



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Looking within, they seem to see these things; 

But, looking without, upon the world again, 

They call them fancies, and they vanish from them. 

Ah, if they only knew the law of change — 

Or knew the half we know — 

How would it shake their minds and make them mad. 

Ethron — The only cause of all is ignorance. 
From which springs prejudice and every folly. 
This shadow of death is now most heavy on them. 
But, with our aid, the world begins to move. 
This century has promised mighty times 
That will outleap the tedious course of nature. 
Leaving behind their savagery days of war; 
Of right by blood to be the manger dog; 
Rights called divine, and many another right 
That has been always wrong. 
The time will come when to this human race 
The only king will be the king of hearts — 
When each man will refuse such goods on earth 
As all men may not have. 
For men will learn that day that, true it is : 
That only one thing is all- where assured — 
Heart of a gentle man. 

VoNRA — There's this as their excuse: 
How much their life from infancy to age 
Is the world's dead world working outward through them. 

Elmo — Know they the poorest have as much to give 
as any? 
That each time ever a truth is told: that is an act 
To all men a donation more than gifts? 



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With each truth told 

(Though far ofip as the west is from the east) 

Some fetter dropping off; 

Some one, till then enslaved, by that made free? 

VoNRA — Nor know they beings wiser than themselves, 
Sometimes stir up their anger, each 'gainst each. 
To wear away defects that are within them, 
Playing those forces downward and upon them, 
AVhereof they're unaware. 

Elmo — Can they know this: 
Man's lack of heart makes earth yield lack of bread : 
That: 

Whenever nations have bound on their brows 
Phylacteries; themselves then, better holding 
Than others; then (those others robbed), 
Speaks earth in famines ? 
Know they the heavenly character of music 
That tells the way by which buds turn to flowers, 
Inscribed in which are secrets of all worlds 
Throughout the heavens; which our beings splendid 
As their law read? 

Ethron — 'Tis sweet to them; but that it is a key 
Made to unbolt their gateway into heaven 
Know not they all of them. 

Elmo — Odd, odd indeed ! Comes now our time to move 
Upon our westward journey with the sun. 



ACT. IV. 

[Scene. — Same as Scene of Act II.] 

De Petzy — Cheer up. This is no time for gloominess. 
Go join the dance. 

Blauvelt — I'm worn and weary, and am sick at heart, 
Seeing I've searched to find her that I love 
These many days, but have not heard of her. 
But, over the world I'll search, 
Following th'ecliptic of our lives apart, 
Moving the table round, 'till I win all; 
From icy lands within the bitter North, 
Beneath cold skies that are as blue as steel, 
To scorching wastes where burn the sands as fire, 
And hot winds dry the tongue and parch the throat — 
Aye, till this frame falls helpless at the last. 
Rib from my form that in my sleep was taken, 
I will still seek her; 

On, through those ages we must stay apart; 
On still, o'er that curvature, till we meet. 
With that commencement of our bliss unutterable 
To know that death is dead. 

De Petzy — You say you've found her father, too. 
Who now assists in searching for her? 

Jesse — Go join the dance. I take't no compliment 
You will not join. Why, what a long-drawn visage! 
Cheer up. 'Twill all end well. 

The one who makes your face so melancholy 
Will be kind yet. 



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Blauvelt — No act unkind has given to me my sadness. 

De Petzy — AVhere was it that you last lost track of 
her? 

Blauvelt — Why, first she wandered through those 
gloomy woods, 
That make these woods; 

Then crossed the fields, and over dusty roads, 
Till, reaching that city, entered she into it. 
The sounds of city life to her were strange. 
And many a time they filled her mind with dread 
(So have I learned from those who did observe her). 
Day in, day out, she wandered through the streets, 
But found not what she sought. 
At last, tis said, she wearied of this life. 
And pined for streams, the wild flowers, and these woods. 
And often was she now seen by the ocean, 
Listening to hear each message that the waves 
Had brought from distant ports; or, in the fields, 
That nearest stood beside the city's edge, 
Would she pluck flowers to gaze upon their faces 
And get what women get (though knowing not what) 
Who love them; 

And from them read, as from a mirrored image 
Of distant streams, of mountains blue, and woods. 
At last, those who'd observed lost sight of her — 
From that point, learned I nothing. [Enter Sylvia.] 
But who comes here? Now, if my eyes deceive me — 

Sylvia — At last! 

Blauvelt — Tell me — where have you been? 
What land has been so lighted by your eyes 
No pun was needed. 



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Sylvia — Three weary days, and nights as weary, too, 
I've seen the stars creating light by night, 
The mightier sun relieving them by day, 
But found you not. Then grew most weary I. 
At last rose up a light forth from the ground 
Which moved before, and following after it. 
Came I, till here. 

Blauvelt — Was it an angel that led Sylvia? 
Seeing so soft and gentle are her thoughts 
That in them might one come? 
And now the day of parting is o'erpast, 
And part will we no more. 

Sylvia — Not on this earth; and when death comes to 
one. 
Then will we lie each in the others arms, 
And, as one dies, the other die as well, 
And both, thus joined, pass to the realms of sleep. 



SUPPLEMENT 

[Matter is here set forth for the aid of some of the British revieivers, who 
have believed that they have reviewed the book to which this Supplement 
is appended, but loho have not — although the looks from their eyes have 
passed over its pages — even seen all that is within the ivork.Ji 

The question as to whether the author of the foregoing: book, copies 
of which have been placed in the hands of many readers in Europe, Asia 
Canada, the United States of America and Islands of the Pacific, is 
a "Spiritualist, Christian Scientist, Theosophist or what?" has called 
from him letters of which that given below is one. It is printed here in 
order that it may serve as an answer to some questions that the book itself 
will continue — as long as brute force continiies in any part of the world 
to be used by one set of men as a means of rule over another — to arouse; 
and for yet an additional reason — namely, that it may serve to convey 
to the world some knowledge upon the subject of "Art that such reviews , 
by British reviewers, of the earlier issues of the work as have reached 
him, have not appeared to the author to possess. A knowledge of Art 
in its higher manifestation (if judgment is based solely upon their 
printed utterances) is a matter in regard to which these particular 
reviewers have appeared to be not conscioiis. Seeming, as they have 
done in a great variety of ways, to display lack of knowledge of what 
art may be, it appears to be but proper to place here before the world 
some knowledge, not in their reviews, of that which Art in time may 
come to be. 

And for that reason the following letter is here placed before men, 
and such readers as can come to be aware of it: 

IJear Madam : I will try to answer your questions. It is my belief 
that with others who do what we do we are one; and also that, to those 
who do the things that we have done, our thoughts must in time go. But 
the process by which we may come to dwell each in the other may be 
slow, or it may be sudden. There is, as I understand it, but one way 
by which I can come to dwell in another, and he in me; and that one 
way is by doing what he does or what he has done. If I am to become 
a member of an organization or society having rules of admission, I am 
enabled to become one by first doing the things that others to become 
such have done. What the society does the person on the outside, who 
has not done those things that make a man a member, does not know. 
So, if I wish to find and stand at the point in the universe from which 



will gush forth the same stream of thought which in times past has 
poured into the soul of prophet and poet, builder or artist, I must first 
walk along the way that was found by him, and then stand where he 
stood. Should I wish to think as does the beggar on the street who, 
with shame, begs, in order that another may be helped, or as does a 
bishop, or university president, without shame, for the same end (blame 
being to neither of them, but only to those who, upon being asked, do 
not, in fact as well as in form, divide with those whose need is found 
to be greater than is their own, tbeir bread), I must do what they have 
done. If I wish to think as does a captain of industry, I must live for 
that one purpose, and must make my eyes blind and my ears deaf to 
any effect upon others of my deeds which would delay or prevent the 
accomplishment of my one purpose. That which, among all of my 
works must be my purpose placed most high, must be to become an 
industry captain. But, should my choice be given to them, and those 
things be done by me, because in them is my whole heart, my mind 
and my strength, those other thoughts and powers will never be 
able to enter, or so far penetrate into me that I will be able even seri- 
ously to believe in their existence, that come to the prophet, who has 
another purpose, desired by the whole of his heart, and with all of his 
strength, or to the musician or poet, who, throughout life, has persist- 
ently refused to permit himself to become filled, to the exclusion of that 
which he is destined to obtain, with those things by which a merchant 
obtains his reward — the reward that comes from a willingness not to 
forego success, but yet to press on forward to obtain it after he has 
become aware that, by each additional effort made by him to obtain it, 
the struggle of others of his fellows is made yet more onerous. The 
poet, on the other hand, and prophet, seek above all things to get 
beyond the region in nature where the transfers and exchanges taking 
place constitute the parent or starting-point of those evanescent pro- 
cesses in the world called commerce, that, seemingly stable, are ephem- 
eral, and among the things first forgotten. With an intuitive knowledge 
or instinct towards the things that are lasting, the poet and prophet 
seeks to get, notwithstanding his resisting outer nature, beyond this 
realm of the bubbles that burst into the place where the dreams are, 
which are the only things that have a permanent and an everlasting 
foundation. But if ever his dreams become strong enough to lift him 
up out of the commercial willingness to prosper at the cost of another 
man's distress, the things that have, at such cost, come to him, must 
fall away from him. For he has been lifted by his dreams from a place 
in which things of one kind could be to another in which they cannot. 
And he will from choice now leave, as to him of little worth, the things 



or methods that create the success of the industry captain — methods 
that make fame and achieve for the politician or ecclesiastic the chief 
places or seats. He will leave them to obtain those things that, to the 
amazed captains of industry— and rifjhtly, from their view-point — con- 
stitute a mere matter of midsummer madness. 

In other words, as these matters seem to be seen by me, the parent 
of a thought— if the thought is one that is to rise up, and constitute the 
nucleus of a star, which will thereafter grow into form aud take its 
place in the heavens— must be first that which is back of all things 
that are destined to live — an impulse; the impulse will then be followed 
by an act, and the act by its thought. And to be with and of others, 
they aud we must have acted from the same impulse, intuition or spirit. 
Our deeds will then be of the same class, kind or kingdom. 

Thoughts, like men, have their measured, fixed and appointed 
periods of life. A.ud, as I have looked at thoughts, those that have been 
of longest life have had for their parents acts that looked as if they were 
destined to bring to those who were, for the time being, controlled by 
them, the opposite of that for which the world of traffic seeks — the least. 
The deeds thus prompted were the opposite of those of timidity; were 
de-^ds that, as they have sought but little or nothing for self, have been 
deeds that have been most courageous. 

But, should the steps taken by poet or prophet be taken even for 
such pure gain as gain of knowledge, when the gain sought is to be only 
for self it will be nothing, for it will still belong to the world of commerce 
and be mere traffic. For, as long as gain remains the object, no more 
can be obtained through the spirit of that efibrt than can be obtained 
through the spirit of any other traffic, and its fruits will be the same — 
be only that which comes from traffic: and it will be as well to work as a 
politician — for the fruit of traffic can rise no higher than a material 
thing and will be, in that case, an office; or, as a soldier fighting for ter- 
ritory, who goes forth to take from another people their laud, and, as 
compensation, gets applause, or a certain and unfailing income, which 
the business career of a private citizen would not so certainly assure 
him. by which he is led to feel certain jf the bread that will keep in him 
the kind of life that he is ready to take away from others in order that 
he himself may not lose it. 

Upon the other hand, the reward of one who would become a Master 
of Arts is that which comes from desiring rather to abandon and walk 
away from the certainty of bread or applause than ever to acquire it at 
the cost of another man's welfare. But, nevertheless, a man should do 
no thing, so long as he does not, above all other things, prefer it — and 
that is, love it. When the time comes for him to take the steps (after 



emptying himself of the lower thiags that are traffic), through which 
there will be caused to flow in to him other things, he will, through 
that which alone can prompt such acts — through love of them— 
perform them. And what others do will be then to him nothing. For 
he will then see that no man should ever take such a step as the poet, 
prophet or artist will have taken from any other cause at all but one — 
from love of it. If there still remain to him other things that he prefers 
to do it is best that they should be the things still done by him. But, 
of these matters that the high artists have done it is hard to speak 
clearly and plainly, and it has always been considered easier to make 
them plain rather by reference and by metaphor. For, so long as we 
lead lives that must in many respects differ, and until the time cornea 
when we will live each in the other and lead one life, there will be 
things that we will not be able to speak plainly and face to face each to 
the other, and long letters will say but little. 

* * * 

That beings in this world can become surrounded by and aware of, 
and served by others who have gone out of their garments of flesh, is 
my own belief, or dream. For our beliefs are only and no more than mere 
dreams. And so I speak of that which I know as a dream, and for two 
reasons: First, because its dreams have been always the most real of 
all the things of earth; and this is for the reason that of all the subjects 
of merchandise, and properties that are owned by merchants, who call 
themselves the practical ones of the earth, have had their birth origin- 
ally, and their start, out of dreams, exactly as, through the dreams of 
earth's dreamers and poets, will the merchandise, accumulated by the 
methods which earth's merchants now follow, for which such merchants 
will then mourn, be caused to pass, as does a vapor before the sunlight 
of morning, oi; as falls away the grain before the sweep of the sickle. I 
speak of the presence of those noble ones about us who, when clothed 
in the flesh, would not gain aught at the cost of a wound, or of loss to 
another, as a dream, because I have stood in that attitude in which, 
when he is possessed of naught but dreams, one can look and can see 
what dreams are in men, and I have seen that such dreams as are theirs, 
and such dreams as are the dreams of those of this world who do not 
deem their own opinions to be wiser than is the wisdom of non-resistance, 
to be dreams that are not be outlasted by time. 

And for these reasons, I would express such ideas as it is attempted 
here to set forth in the language of the most stable of all the things that 
are — namely, by calling them dreams; and by saying that with me, it is 
a dream that, when aware of his own resplendent intellectual endow- 
¥;ients^ and knowing that by using; thew as did the rulers of her civili- 



zation of an hoar, he could hare placed himself at the head of her 
ecclesiastical system, or have stood upon the pinnacle of her commerce, 
chief among the chief captains of the industry of Judea, Jesus of Naza- 
reth preferred instead to turn away from the methods of those who, in 
her esteem were held to be highest, to stand at the place of and feel 
with them from the view-point of those who were held by her to be but 
degenerates and outcasts there did gather all at once about him, and 
become able to serve and minister to him, all of those daring ones of the 
world of whom in times past the world had not been worthy. And that 
is a dream. 

And it is my dream (being myself one of those who, in this world 
where strife is the cause of illusions, is a practical man) that, upon this 
step being so determined upon by him that it was to come to be taken, 
there did come to him, and for months thereafter remain with him, as 
the outcome of the operation of one of nature's laws— where strife is not — 
suQh power over the air as made the winds in their causes subject to his 
will until they could be hushed by it, whereupon, the winds ceasing, the 
waters on the neighboring lake would be caused to subside. Such a 
will, under the laws of nature, was the kind of will that could be put 
into him by thought such as was his thought; but the power of that 
thought could come forth only out of knowledge that could believe no 
fellow-man himself to be degenerate — knowledge that could know of no 
one fittest to survive. 

This, too, I dream: That when Siddartha (Gautama Buddha), the 
compa,s8iouate, went away from his palace forever to learn, by living it, 
what was the view-point of India's outcasts, there did, indeed, as has 
been said, gather about him when he was under the Bo tree all of those 
who, by that act, w^re made to be dwellers in and to become one with 
him^ through having done deeds that were of the same spirit of compas- 
sion that had prompted his act. 

And I dream a dream (that comes from what taught him) that when 
Soorates, the jester for truth (one of that mighty line that fortunately 
has, and will yet have, descendants), was, with the utmost coolness, ready 
to drink the hemlock for having spoken that which the timid, and 
nations whose hands are war-stained, strive ever to hide and conceal, 
and, amid his disturbed friends, spoke undisturbed of his death, there 
was in his own words, for him, more than he allowed them to know; and 
that he was, during his discourse, made calm by the near presence of 
those great ones, at the moment ministering to him, into contact with 
whom he had been brought through a deed done such as they before 
him had performed; and that his genius — his own spirit — his father in 
heaven — the monitor of whom he had so many times spoken — was, in 



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those high moments, so near to him that the whole earth and heaven 

had already begun to take on for him a new shape and beauty and 

things a rare and new meaning, such as were cause of a deep and 

a new wonder to him. These things I dream, and, seeing them one and 

eternal with that of which they themselves are an embodied and perma- 

pent part, I cannot escape from believing. With the hope that, on paper, 

they may have served the purpose that, in placing them here, I have 

hoped for, I am, 

Very respectfally, 

Adair Welcker. 



SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION AND FOUNDATION OF THE 

IDEA OF HELL. 

The article given below wac sent to the " Chicago Chronicle." The 
editor returned it with the following statement: " The inclosed manu- 
script is returned, not because it is found to be objectionable, or in any 
way unsuited to the columns of the paper, but solely for the reason that 
we have more matter of this class than we can hope to use." It was 
therefore afterwards given out to other daily, weekly and monthly pub- 
lications, upon the supposition that their manuscript coffers might not 
be as rich in thought of the class to which that contained in the article 
below belongs, as is the "Chronicle" of Chicago, and in many of those 
to which it was sent it has since been published: 

In the opening article of " McClure's Magazine" for March, 1902, 
the statement is made that Professor Loeb of Chicago conceives life and 
electricity to be the same; and also believes it to be the fact that, as the 
result of the magnificent work done by him and those assisting him, life 
may come to be prolonged. With the last statement I agree; but, as will 
appear from the pages of a manuscript book entitled, " His Verses 
(with That in Them Which Is), for Those Kindest Hearted," copies of 
which were presented by me several years ago to libraries of Eoyal 
Societies in Ireland, Scotland and England, to the chief universities of 
those countries, to the chief universities of Australia and Canada, and 
to the chief universities of the United States of America, with the first 
statement I do not, in all respects, agree. In one of the poems con- 
tained in the manuscript book, the title of the poem being, " How to 
Overcome the Last Enemy," are these words: "For electrified is action: 
and (transmuted) will, through deeds, come a force to end all dying," 

etc., etc. 

Action is, indeed, as has been seen by Prof. Loeb, the result of the 
operation of electricity; for, as in the poem stated, "electrified is 



action;" but, back of electricity is something more subtle, which deter- 
mines its character— as to whether the manifested electricity will be 
negative or positive. This subtle something is thought. But thought 
is of two kinds. One kind is the kind in nature that is back of the 
impuke that causes the world to most highly honor and pay those 
willing, for such rewards, to take the lives of their fellows; the other is 
back of tbe impulse that will cause men rather to forego reward than 
accept it as the return coming for destniction to limb or life of the least 
of their fellows. It is the form of thought that prompts the highest 
known form of human courage, whose ultimate aim ever is not destruc- 
tion but creation; whose offspring was the discovery of the X-ray, and 
such work as has been done — for which the world has not capacity suffi- 
ciently to reward him — by Prof. Loeb. 

Prof. Loeb jnstly complains that, in'America, rewards go, not to 
those engaged in work such as his, but rather to those who profit from 
politics. This is a discoursging fact. Still, to know this may give him 
heart to persist in his work: that outside of the walls of American uni- 
versities, are artists, writers and discoverers working — and who have 
for long years worked— for whom such institutions have done, and do, 
nothing. 

But back of the gigantic natural force, whose initial or starting 
point is within the brain of man, is more than is above stated. The 
great storage battery for electricity in one of its forms of expression — 
that whose starting point is in imperialistic or despotic thought — is the 
central earth. And it was therefore not for nothing that the Seers of 
old prophesied for peoples seeking, above all other things, prosperity, a 
fate such as came upon Gomorrah and Sodom. For, back of the vague 
perception which, during the long ages, has been in the minds of men 
waiting to be worked out, that this earth can, because of their acts and 
thoughts, come to be destroyed by fire, there has been always, although 
it has not been put into formulated expression, a law and a scientific 
foundation. Injustice and its offspring coercion, or tbat action upon the 
part of any people through which it takes a portion of the earth's sur- 
face away from any other people by violence, ever creates and stores up 
within the earth an electrical force that, going to and fro within it, is, 
step by step, performing the work that can some day cause the earth's 
surface to sink and collapse and molten lava and fire from within to 
come through the crevasses then formed, and spread out over its surface. 

Thought is a gigantic natural power and its operation not yet fully 
comprehended; but the time will come when it will be a fact apparent 
that all of those who, in pulpit or press, uphold the application of tort- 
ure to their fellow-men, such as was not practiced by the armies of 



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pagan times, are, whether they are aware of the fact or not, but hasten- 
ing, by their thought and intent, the time of the arrival of such a final 
result. 

The prophets and poets of ancient times, although in their outer 
natures they had not yet come to see that, back of their prophecies, 
there rested a principle of science, yet had within them an intuitive 
consciousness of the fact that injustice, done by any man upon earth, 
brings about simultaneous changes within it; and they were wiser 
than they knew when their intuitions told them that hypocrisy, bru- 
tality and greed on earth might bring about destruction from within it 
if ever the time should come when such an abomination of desolation 
should make its appearance upon the earth as towns and villages 
having the torch set to them in liberty's name, and, in that name, gun 
and sword used to make of any place inhabited by man a wilderness. 

Unless work of that character ceases to be done, lightning, or the elec- 
tricity that the minds of men can create, will, by all men, be seen to fall 
from heaven. And, although from the time of the world's foundation, it 
has been in process of generation through each act of coercion and 
oppression, each act for expansion by conquest, although they have not 
yet all of them seen it, each man may, before the present generation 
shall have, all of it, departed, come, in many places, to see it. 

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